The Cabin

We met, in September, and we wed in December
Fell in love in that small, mountain town
Bought some land from a neighbor, and with the fruits, of our labor
Built a-cabin, on a hill, standin’ proud

With horses that were given, as a gift for our wedding
The plow turned up soil, rich and black
The harvest, it was plenty, but troubles there were many
We look for-love, but we couldn’t get-it back

Now that cabin door hangs by a rusty old hinge
And the windows, lay broken on the floor
We tried to hang on, to a love that was gone
It was fallin’, just like that old door

When it’s late, I remember all those nights in December
When the wood-fire kept us so warm
Outside, the wind was blowin’, inside I was knowin’
That lo-ve would be gone by the morn

Now that cabin door hangs by a rusty old hinge
And the windows, lay broken on the floor
We tried to hang on, to-a love that was gone
It was fallin’, just like that old door
It was fallin’, just like that old door